September 13, 2019


Red Rider


I had a little wagon once

brightly red and black, it

followed everywhere I went

as faithful as any shadow

was to trail along and play

or work, as would call the day




little tires spinning round

did wear themselves so thin

beneath its dented box so

scraped and tenderly abused

until one day when shadow

strayed and wagon wouldnt




I had a little wagon once

has anyone seen my



Red Rider
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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